The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the walls. Aleah was sprawled out on the bed, her head resting on her crossed arms as she lazily kicked her legs in the air. Her hair spilled like a cascade across the pillow, and she sighed audibly, the universal sound of boredom.

“I’m so bored,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against the sheets. “There’s nothing to do.”

You glanced over at her from the desk, where you’d been half-heartedly scrolling through your phone. Her dramatic display made you chuckle. “Nothing to do? In a world full of endless possibilities?”

Aleah turned her head just enough to give you a playful glare. “Endless possibilities? Name one.”

You grinned, standing up and walking over to her. “Well,” you began, sitting on the edge of the bed, “we could bake cookies, watch a terrible movie and laugh at it, or…” You leaned closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “We could have a pillow fight.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “That’s your grand list of exciting activities?”

“Better than lying here complaining,” you teased, poking her side gently.

Aleah huffed, though a small smile played on her lips. “Fine. Cookies. But only if I get to eat the dough.”

“Deal,” you said, offering your hand to shake. She rolled her eyes but took it anyway, her boredom forgotten as she let you pull her to her feet. Moments like these reminded you why you loved her—because even on the dullest of days, she made them brighter.